1929 Ford Model A

6"x4" oil on masonite panel Like so many guys, I love cars. Don't know squat about them—just know I love them. When I say cars, I guess I mean classic cars. The ones from a different era. No seat belts (you wanted to be thrown clear), weird pneumatic windshield wipers (actually made visibility worse, you were better off sticking your head out the window during a rain storm), horrible smog emissions (to kill the rats and termites in your garage, all you had to do was start your car and close the garage door for maybe 5 minutes), a top speed of around 45 to 55 miles per hour (that's downhill with the wind at your back), the designers and engineers made the cars look cool and distinct (actually, that was pretty great—today, cars pretty much all look the same). The list of wonderfulness goes on and on. You know the cars I mean. The good cars.

Posted February 4, 2016

Tangerine and Tea Bowl

4"x6" oil on masonite panel This painting could have just as likely been entitled "Tangerine vs. Tea Bowl." The bookies would probably place odds on the larger, overpowering tea bowl, with its striking design, beating the heck out the poor little tangerine. Seems obvious, right? Actually, that spunky little tangerine's color was so brilliant that I had to tone it down lest it kicked the poor tea bowl's behind. Not just a little, no, it was so brilliant that it was spanking the tea bowl and laughing as it did it! It shouldn't have been laughing, because only one of the them was edible and man, do I love tangerines. Justice prevailed! It was delicious.

Posted January 28, 2016

sold • private collection, marina del rey, ca

Little Red Maneki Neko

6"x4" oil on masonite panel It's Friday and I just finished a 4'x4' painting of a dead guy's head and I am tired and I have apparently forgotten how to use commas and I cannot think of anything to type. You may consider that last thing in my poorly punctuated sentence as divine mercy. I understand.

Posted January 22, 2016

sold • private collection, huntington beach, ca

Automatic Electric Telephone

8"x12" oil on canvas panel Here is the last of this series. I milked for all it was worth and you endured it graciously. For that, I thank you. It would appear that I have a tendency to paint in series. This became very apparent to The Spousal Unit when two new pairs of Converse just mysteriously showed up in our house and I had to fall back on my frayed-around-the-edges excuse of them being subjects for my paintings. The only problem with that excuse is that I do, eventually, have to paint them. So, you may have to suffer with a couple more Chuck Taylor low top paintings. Hey, either I torture you or I have to return my shoes, and those shoes aren't going anywhere.

Posted January 15, 2016

Candid Cinex Camera

8"x12" oil on canvas panel It has been a couple of weeks since you have seen me and this is a bit late, but here goes... Happy New Year! This year starts off with me being a bit behind. This is not unusual. Actually, it seems to be my constant state of being. Behind in prepping my canvases and panels, behind in photographing my work, behind in my yelling at The Spawn (and having them ignore me), behind in my cookie consumption, behind in my painting, not even near my goal of world domination, (the list goes on and on, so let's end with some Latin with a Yul Brynner accent) et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. You might say that I am the King of the Behind. Wait, that didn't sound quite right. Just forget I typed that one. Really, please forget it. Anyhow... I think the sense of being behind is not unusual for artists. Even if we somehow mysteriously "catch up," we are not content—there is still more to do, more to create. So, when we finish something, we are already gearing up for the next fight. I may be easily distracted by shiny objects and the occasional chicken, but my mind usually gets right back to my art (or fresh baked goods). Was it Picasso who said, "If you are not behind, you have caught up. And if you have caught up, you are done. I am not done!" Actually, it might have been the guy who sold me a cup of coffee yesterday who said it. Let's just go ahead and scratch that one too.

Posted January 6, 2016

Olive Oil and Some Kind of Jam or Jelly

4"x6" oil on masonite panel This painting is proof that my pilfering—some may call it "scrounging"—ways may have filtered down to my offspring. The empty green olive oil bottle was acquired at CostCo by Spawn Number One. For the uninitiated, CostCo is a chain of "scary big" warehouse stores. Around 10:30 to 11:00 AM an army of hairnet-donning elves come out from the shadows and set up displays from which they offer free samples of food and skin care products. To nip the onslaught of critical emails in the bud, let me say, up front: We do not let the Spawn wander around unsupervised at our local Costco eating free food samples. If you do that, you end up with a 500 lb. child with an abnormal addiction to spinach cheese raviolis and enviously supple skin. Getting back to the point: So, Spawn Number One sees one of the elves discarding this beautiful olive oil bottle and snags it for his old man to paint. What a kid! (I worry just a bit when he shows up with empty tequila bottles, but still... What a kid!)

Posted December 9, 2015

sold • private collection los angeles, ca

Carol's Kind-of-Red Hi-Top

4"x6" oil on masonite panel A friend of mine sent me a pair of these to paint. While it would be a simple out for me to blame my friend, in fact, I asked for the punishment. She had already painted them (did a great job, by the way) and I thought I would take a crack at them. As the title implies, the color is a little on the in-between. I would call it a... tired red—not quite pink—hue. But, as my friend said to me, "Hey, we're artists, paint them any color you want." I did this little painting to engage the shoes with the possibility of painting a larger piece. Still on the fence about it. On a much more important note: The Spousal Unit's spellchecker on one of the ten billion electronic devices that cohabit with us, changed "Backpack" into the more socially acceptable "Bad Koala." How cool is that? It's the little things like that that lube my day. By the way, spellcheckers have been officially categorized by the United Nations secretarial pool, the Pope, and the Central African nation of Equatorial Guinea as evil—and I agree with them.

Posted December 3, 2015

sold • private collection carpinteria, ca

Imperial Mark VII Camera in Blue

6"x4" oil on masonite panel While I no longer practice the daily painting regime (completing one painting a day), I find it hard to stay away from painting these little 4x6 devils. They seem to fill a need of mine to be constantly painting, even when there is a gap of time between larger paintings. Or, they at least help to assuage the feeling that I must fill those empty spaces in my life; an issue I still profusely refuse to seek therapy for (cookies usually work really well, too). These mini paintings are also great for aiding my on-going and seemingly never-ending color experimentation—lending ample opportunities for me to cuss and spit at my villainous palette.  

Posted November 19, 2015

Ansco Craftsman Box Camera

16"x12" oil on canvas This is one of many—and I mean many—box cameras that call my studio home. I took a picture of all of them in my studio, but it is a little embarrassing. Hence, I only sent it to my email subscribers. My legal counsel advises that proof of insanity should not be (willingly) put out into the public sphere. (And I promised The Spousal Unit to try, try to stop embarrassing myself in public.)

Posted November 11, 2015

Airline Radio

8"x12" oil on canvas panel This piece is part of a loosely affiliated trio of paintings (see inset photo) that I purposely used a similar color palette on. I really do not know why I controlled my palette like that. All I know is that I was itching to paint the subjects, who had been idly sitting in the studio taking up space without helping pay for their keep. Yes, I demand that all the... stuff (The Spousal Unit uses a different term for the items that make up the avalanche-waiting-to-happen in my studio) crammed into my studio pay for their existence in said space.

Posted November 4, 2015

Converse Hi-Top Blue

8"x10" oil on canvas Anybody who has suffered me talking about my Converse shoe paintings has had to put up with my rant about how the were just $9 gym shoes for me, came in only black or white, and how the heck did they get so expensive(?). For all of those unfortunate souls—I apologize for the rant. (But really! How did a canvas shoe with what is basically a cheap tire tread for a sole become so dang expensive?) Here's the sad thing: I still like them and have several pairs. I even have a plaid pair. That might just qualify as a sickness. Besides the optical explosion this little painting packs, another notable aspect is that it is one of my smallest paintings produced using knives instead of a brush. I always advise not running your hand over my knife paintings. The texture might just cut you (and you might break something off).

Posted October 28, 2015

sold • private collection los angeles, ca

The Great White Hut

20"x30" oil on canvas Unlike many of my other pieces that represent a distinct location, a lot of people at The Beverly Hills Art Show correctly guessed where this hamburger stand is: Glendale, CA. They were not so pleased when my big mouth revealed that, even though the place has been operating since my childhood, I never ate there. My family ate at the deli down the street. The deli that taught me that a pastrami sandwich that is not hot, on good rye, and at least 3-1/2" to 4" tall is not a pastrami sandwich at all. I don't know what it is, all I know is that it does not qualify as a good deli sandwich unless it seriously threatens to choke you to death while you are trying to get into your mouth. That deli also taught me the waitress that occasionally abuses you with her sharp banter is often the best waitress. Any waitress that notices you are under the weather before you even sit down and automatically shoves a bowl of kreplach soup in front of you—before you have even ordered—implying without saying, "Shut up and eat this," is a goddess. By the way, no way would you risk her wrath by not eating that soup. Sorry, I wandered a bit there. 
The Beverly Hills Art Show
If you want to see artists freak out, just mention rain before an outdoor show. Despite the hourly changing threats of rain by the obviously inebriated weather forecasters, we had great weather both days. So... The weather was great, the friends wonderful and the sales good. Hey, any show that's blessed with the presence of The Spousal Unit, the rangers not tasering me, and me not scaring small children (too much) is a good show. This show, happily, qualified.
Posted October 21, 2015


6"x4" oil on masonite panel I just got back from setting up for the Beverly Hills Art Show and I think I left my brain there—I cannot think of anything to type. Not wanting to disappoint, I looked up an invaluable quote for you from The Handbook for the Representational Artist, 133th Abridged Edition as translated from its original Albanian. "If you wish to land a solid punch whilst modeling a subject, whether it be a gourd or a human face, may we suggest landing it at the transition from light to shadow (see inset Diagram A). Now this may not be to your taste and if you are a direct painter, it may seem a bit of a challenge, but it is a great place to throw that knock out punch of zingy vibrant color." Okay, I do not understand the value of using pugilistic terminology when talking about painting and I am not 100% sure as to what qualifies as a "zingy vibrant color," or exactly what "oomph" is (see inset Diagram A), but there you go; solid advice from an extremely dubious source. Don't forget, the Beverly Hills Art Show is this weekend (details below). If you are on this side of the planet, drop by and say hello. 
The Beverly Hills Art Show
I will be showing my wares in space #140, that's in the first park between Rodeo and Beverly Boulevards. Saturday & Sunday, October 17th & 18th / 10am to 5pm both days. If you are going to be on this side of the world, drop by and see my latest work.
Posted October 16, 2015

sold • private collection phoenix, az

Raymond in Beverly Hills


The Beverly Hills Art Show
October 17th & 18th 
10 am to 5 pm both days
I am in space #140 in the first park between Rodeo and Beverly Drives. Come, check it out.
For more detailed information about the show (e.g., maps, times, parking, food, etc.), visit the City of Beverly Hills website at

Old Nipomo Barn

4"x6" oil on masonite panel You see, every now and then I still get the hankering to paint a barn. I actually stalked this barn for a few years. Being stationary, it may seem an easy target to stalk, but it is on one of those pieces of property that screams—even without signs or with its quiet, scary absence of humans—trespassers will get a load of birdshot in their rear. Or, as my late father would tell me, rock salt in the buttocks right when you jumped the fence. Why wait until your derriere was at the top of the fence? Because, while the property owner wanted to teach you a lesson that stung as it dissolved under your skin, he didn't want you crying on his side of the fence. Just one of the many warm and fuzzy stories told to me in my youth as yet another fine example of the good old days(?). To state the obvious: This particular barn had to be dealt with at a distance. 
The Beverly Hills Art Show
I will be showing my wares in space #140, that's in the first park between Rodeo and Beverly Boulevards. Saturday & Sunday, October 17th & 18th / 10am to 5pm both days. If you are going to be on this side of the world, drop by and see my latest work.
Posted October 8, 2015

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